About this Blog

My view on the world: Heading towards day's end, this is Woodstock from my desk at the window. Devil's Peak is directly in front, Table Mountain to the right. The Mountain of my inspiration.








































Hello. I live in a simple but light- and plant-filled 6th-floor flat in Woodstock, Cape Town. The view of the neighbourhood, Devil’s Peak and Table Mountain from my writing table is magnificent and steals my breath countless times a day. I’ve lived here since February 2014. 

From my seagull 's eye view, I watch as the suburb grapples - in stops and starts - with an uneasy process of gentrification. Cape Town city centre is at most a 3km walk, cycle or minibus-taxi ride away. 

In December 2013, I gave up my motor car. At first, the idea thereof shocked my system (nothing wrong with system shocks of course), but I’ve realised that, mostly on foot, I’m able to honestly connect with my city and to truly see, smell and hear it devoid of the hideously deceitful and alienating ‘photo-shopping’ out of 'ugly' reality (of poverty and inequality) of the tourism brochures and websites. The reality of Cape Town, with its massive socioeconomic chasms between have-nots and haves, of the worst in the world, is always grim but sometimes, only sometimes, grim and beautiful simultaneously. 

As a university journalism lecturer and a note-taking flâneur, I am beginning a process of working out how to place the reality of my neighbourhood and city, also climate change, firmly on an 'agenda' via my words and photos.

*The notes in this blog are just that, notes. I often make them on the run - i.e. on the bus, at the stop street from my bike saddle, over a quick coffee on a sidewalk, in a minibus taxi. Published from my phone or from my mini tablet. They're not perfect, they're not meant to be perfect. Long ago I learned that striving for perfection is a toxic blight that prevents many things from seeing the light of day. I get the words down, hopefully, if life gives me a gap later, I'll edit and polish. Most likely not. This is my notebook. The notes serve no purpose other than for the pleasure the creating of them gives me. It's ridiculously therapeutic. Approximately 99.999% of the photos are mine, I'll always indicate the source when they're not. 


The mix of cultures, histories, architecture and language in Woodstock both fascinates and inspires me. It's my base. I can't remember where I took this photo, but I am presuming if I can remember properly that it's somewhere around the area.



























Come along for the ride; I'd also love to hear from you about life on the southern tip of your 'Africa'.

3 comments:

Mai said...

I've been following you for so long! I really like they way you write and the way you share your life with the world.Thanks for that!

Beautiful Mind said...

Hello, Mai! Thanks so much for taking the time to leave me a message, I REALLY appreciate it. Quite frankly, if I didn't write I'd literally explode... and that wouldn't be pretty. I've tried to open to your profile to find out a little more about you, but no luck. Have an awesome day and weekend. Happy Friday! Charles

Chikosolu Uzoka said...

Hi. I read your story - Two Pink Stripes - on Saraba Magazine and it was great so I searched for you on the web. I'll follow you from now, gladly. I'm a writer too and I live in Nigeria. Cheers!